A few days ago I went to the driving range with my 82-year-old mother and hit 100 golf balls while she hit 50. She drove the ball straight, about 75 yards. I’m hopeless: 200 yards, but the ball flies east, west, north, or straight up in an homage to chaos theory. What’s remarkable is that, a few years ago, my mom couldn’t possibly have hit a golf ball. Her knee replacement surgery changed everything. Read More
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